this morning #1369.

this morning, when they put out a fresh call for volunteers, i was one of five lucky suckers who raised their hand. they told us to gather up our belongings. brought us all down the hall to a conference room. the walls were adorned with an assortment of motivational posters & one enormous portrait of a besuited handsome man. his hair was just so. his eyes shifted this way & that. his lips were parted just enough to let his pearly white teeth show. not enough to look like a fool though. we sat down around a round table & the presenter launched into a spiel. behind her, the smooth tycoon lorded over us. how much is he worth? enough to get us to do what we were about to do. that much i knew.